A moment of mania, perhaps? This might have been written on one of those nights where I walked the whole way home because I missed the last tram.
I don't know why, when I look at the sky
I feel something special
You can tell, if you listen well
I say it rather often
When I'm alone and I'm walking home
There's something reassuring
I like to see where the moon might be
Let's hope it isn't hidden
There's something strange about the change
Of living how you want to
They call it free, and perhaps it could be
But there's something more behind it
If you know where you want to go
Don't let them try to stop you
When the morning comes, if you didn't have fun
Well, what was all the worry for?
It's getting late, I should be in bed
I need to sleep, life continues on
These thoughts keep me awake at night
How did I end up here and now?
The journey was long, I think
It's one of those things, you know